A song dedicated to the beautiful North Norfolk coast and to bird watchers everywhere. Ruth and I knocked this up one holiday. The inspiration was the sight of a horse staring over the fence as we drove along; he was obviously counting the cars on the North Norfolk coast road. With apologies to Paul Simon.
A HARRIER
Give us a cuddle, we’ll have our packed lunches together.
I’ve got some Nescafe here in my flask.
So we bought a pack of Wagon Wheels,
And Mr Kipling’s Cakes,
And walked off to look for a harrier.
“Cathy”, I said as we boarded the Hopper in Titchwell,
“Hunstanton seems like a dream to me now.”
It took me three days to hitchhike from Sheringham,
I’ve come to look for a harrier.
Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces-
She said the man in the camouflage hat was a twit.
I said, ‘Be careful, have you seen the size of his camera?’
Toss me a Jaffa Cake, I think there’s one in my knapsack.
‘You ate the last one an hour ago’.
So I looked at some Garganey,
She claimed Temmink’s Stint,
And the geese grazed out in an open field.
“Cathy I’m lost”, I said, though I knew she was knitting.
“I’m empty inside, I could fancy a pie.”
Counting the cars on the North Norfolk Coast Road
They’ve all come to look for a harrier.
